<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872303197957394064</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:24:00.532-08:00</updated><category term='GERMANY'/><category term='POLAND'/><category term='CZECH REPUBLIC.'/><title type='text'>pushing forward</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872303197957394064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SARAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716414149157414251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JjxT-j7lVHI/SPUE-pwkD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHFtwb1-2yU/S220/christmas+2007+045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872303197957394064.post-7775873149541976696</id><published>2008-11-26T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:25:27.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in MY youth days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other night, james, zanna, the boys, julia &amp;amp; missy &amp;amp; myself went to the ICE exhibit out at the Gaylord. Was fun. I dont have the pics here at work, so will have to add them later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, get that many people in a car even for a short amount of time &amp;amp; who knows where the conversation will lead. James was outnumbered by the girls &amp;amp; kept turning up the radio up to make us quiet. I dont remember what song came on, but it reminded me of when I was 17 years old in younglife (the youth group i got saved in) We sang songs, had skits almost weekly &amp;amp; the leaders did crazy stunts to get more kids to come. for example, when i was a leader, if the jr high kids got over 100 people to show up they could choose what leader they wanted to swallow a live goldfish.... some of my kids knew i have a weak gag reflex, so those chose me. yea. :( was not fun, but i did it. Anyways... back to the point of this particular story. A song came on the radio, and it was a song we did in younglife. We never did real worship songs or anything. It was more of an icebreaker or something just to get us loosened up or something. We sang songs like "brown eyed girl" "old time rock &amp;amp; roll" "swing low sweet chariot" .. with hand signs too.... My favorite one we sang was in the "slow" catagory... and it was Bette Midler's "The Rose"...&lt;br /&gt;Well... opened an email today... and came across THIS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tztS8taHm_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tztS8taHm_k&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872303197957394064-7775873149541976696?l=kuglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/feeds/7775873149541976696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872303197957394064&amp;postID=7775873149541976696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872303197957394064/posts/default/7775873149541976696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872303197957394064/posts/default/7775873149541976696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-my-youth-days.html' title='back in MY youth days'/><author><name>SARAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716414149157414251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JjxT-j7lVHI/SPUE-pwkD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHFtwb1-2yU/S220/christmas+2007+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872303197957394064.post-7175852227308106686</id><published>2008-10-22T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:50:29.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GERMANY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CZECH REPUBLIC.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLAND'/><title type='text'>where am i headed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JjxT-j7lVHI/SP-AXHOV0nI/AAAAAAAAABY/sfnRhZ0Gfg0/s1600-h/micah+&amp;amp;+jon+in+hernhutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love the picture that i posted as the header for this blog o' mine. i took it a couple years back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;herrnhut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;germany&lt;/span&gt;, on top of the prayer tower in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;. i am not one who likes to go perusing through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cemeteries&lt;/span&gt; like my mother &amp;amp; sister do. however, this one was different. matter of fact, the whole town was different. i have never felt that type of peace over a city before. it could and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; in fact does stem from the believers in the area setting up a watch of continuous prayer which ran uninterrupted, 24 hours a day, for over 100 years back in the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;century&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not really what i wanted to write about this picture. what some may see, its just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;quintessential&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;german&lt;/span&gt; town, with the rolling hills in the back ground. what i see are nations. literally. in the fore ground in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;german&lt;/span&gt; soil. the highest hill on the right of the picture is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;poland&lt;/span&gt; and way off in the very back is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;czech&lt;/span&gt; lands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why does this photo speak to me so? sure. it could be because i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;german&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;polock&lt;/span&gt; and although i have a heart to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;germany&lt;/span&gt; and finally enter into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;poland&lt;/span&gt;, this picture is about more than that. the three nations are three areas in my life. my comfort zone, just outside my comfort area and so far out there that i cant see it if it were any more clouded over. its that place WAY out there that i need to head for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter if its raining or not, i know that what i need to aim at is out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872303197957394064-7175852227308106686?l=kuglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/feeds/7175852227308106686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872303197957394064&amp;postID=7175852227308106686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872303197957394064/posts/default/7175852227308106686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872303197957394064/posts/default/7175852227308106686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-am-i-headed.html' title='where am i headed?'/><author><name>SARAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716414149157414251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JjxT-j7lVHI/SPUE-pwkD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHFtwb1-2yU/S220/christmas+2007+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872303197957394064.post-5626536553199208547</id><published>2008-10-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:42:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pushing forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess its time. time to begin what i attempted to start a while back. something about pushing forward. i think i came up with that title before my month of september even started. today i was listening to HOW HE LOVES US over and over on the way to work. the line I DONT HAVE TIME TO MAINTAIN THESE REGRETS just resonated within me. it takes to much time &amp;amp; effort to hold onto those things. i am in the process of understanding why i do certain tings. why i think certain ways. i am not satisfied nor am i willing to stay this way. i have allowed myself to... to... to settle for mediocrity for too long. there is more. So much more from the heart of my God for me. the good news is that it is God who is at work in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw a picture in my head of a very clouded over sky. heavy, deep grey dark clouds covered the land. just oppressive. reminded me of many mornings when i lived in seattle except it wasnt raining. a wind rose up. i could not tell where it was coming from but its evidence was seen &amp;amp; felt. the clouds started to disperse. gradually at first. sometimes in great measure. the wind continued until the cloud cover broke &amp;amp; blue sky could be seen. it was comforting just seening the little patches of blue intermingling with the grey. the wind blew harder. soon, the grey gave way to white. The mood changed from oppresive to comforting. But that was not enough either. Comined with the wind, the suns rays not just broke through the rest of the clouds but burnt them off. The brilliance of the blue was stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure who is actually the one pushing forward. me. or the son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872303197957394064-5626536553199208547?l=kuglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/feeds/5626536553199208547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872303197957394064&amp;postID=5626536553199208547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872303197957394064/posts/default/5626536553199208547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872303197957394064/posts/default/5626536553199208547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuglin.blogspot.com/2008/10/pushing-forward.html' title='pushing forward'/><author><name>SARAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716414149157414251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JjxT-j7lVHI/SPUE-pwkD3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHFtwb1-2yU/S220/christmas+2007+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
